Fic: The Near and the Dear Ones
Title: The Near and the Dear Ones
Author: sunriseinspace
Character(s): Jim Kirk / Leonard McCoy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing about Star Trek (2009), its characters or plotlines, including any recognizable dialogue.
Summary: Jim’s going a little crazy and Leonard’s had enough.
A/N: I’m crazy-busy and needed a fluffy little break from the stress. :D This is little better than comment-fic but I’m too busy to add to it or revise. Not to mention that, if I’m writing anything, it really needs to be any of the little homework assignments due over the next week or my space_wrapped fic. Go figure.
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Enough, Leonard decides, is enough. Not that he’s not all for planning and preventative action and preparation, but there is still a limit and Jim has not only reached his, but vaulted athletically over it.
“Jim,” he tries, but Jim just keeps going, folding shirts, making lists, rearranging the furniture and bookshelves, tweaking the ornaments on the tree and restacking the presents in artful towers. He doesn’t even act as though Leonard had spoken.
“I’ve gotta talk to Pike about next week, need to call my mom, what the-what is this doing here, I thought I put it in the closet last night? Where did I leave the-oh, there it is, in the sock drawer, just where a PADD is supposed to go. Bones, would you hand me that-never mind, I’ve got it, just let me-”
“Jim,” Leonard says, catching Jim’s hands in his and pulling him into his arms. Jim goes stiffly, holding himself as rigid and separate from Leonard as possible with Leonard’s arms wrapped stubbornly around him.
“Bones, I’ve gotta-” Jim starts, voice muffled in Leonard’s shoulder, hands coming up to rest on Leonard’s waist, belying the tension still pulling his body taut.
“It’s okay. It’ll be fine. She’s not gonna hate you just because the bookshelf isn’t organized alphabetically by author and genre or because there’re PADDs stacked on the desk, where we always leave them. Just, calm down.”
“I just-” Jim sighs in frustration and Leonard can feel the scowl pressed against his neck. “She’s your daughter. She’s the most important person in your life and-What if she doesn’t like me?”
Leonard exhales a chuckle, smiling gently as he pets Jim’s hair, golden blond strands sifting through his fingers. He pulls Jim tighter against him and finally feels the frantic energy thrumming through the other man start to ebb.
“Jim, she already knows who you are. You talk to her every week, same as I do. She spent a week in San Francisco with us after the Narada. You’ve come home with me to Georgia the past three shore leaves. Shoot, you had Scotty make her a mechanical tribble for Christmas that’s so close to real, I have to remind myself every day that it’s not gonna eat through the box and take over the ship with its offspring.”
“Yeah, but that was before,” in lieu of words, he waves his hand behind Leonard’s back, gesturing vaguely at the pair of them, “this. And you’ve heard how much she complains about Clay. What if-”
“Jim,” Leonard pulls back and gives Jim’s shoulders a little shake, curving his hand around Jim’s cheek and thumbing the corner of his eye fondly, “it’ll be fine. She already loves you - what makes you think this’ll change anything?”
Blue eyes study his face for a moment, taking in every nuance of his expression. Apparently satisfied at finding whatever he was searching for, Jim nods and a slow smile starts to spread across his face. “You’re right.”
“’Course I’m right. I’m always right.” He returns the smile, letting Jim walk him backwards until the back of his thighs bump against the desk, a hot, wicked light sparking deep in Jim’s blue eyes. “What?” He follows Jim’s glance up. “Is that-”
“Mistletoe. Now you have to kiss me when I interrupt your paperwork,” Jim smiles smugly, insinuating his knee between Leonard’s thighs.
“Oh, I do, do I?”
Jim nods. “Yep.”
So he does.
Thoroughly.
Author: sunriseinspace
Character(s): Jim Kirk / Leonard McCoy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing about Star Trek (2009), its characters or plotlines, including any recognizable dialogue.
Summary: Jim’s going a little crazy and Leonard’s had enough.
A/N: I’m crazy-busy and needed a fluffy little break from the stress. :D This is little better than comment-fic but I’m too busy to add to it or revise. Not to mention that, if I’m writing anything, it really needs to be any of the little homework assignments due over the next week or my space_wrapped fic. Go figure.
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Enough, Leonard decides, is enough. Not that he’s not all for planning and preventative action and preparation, but there is still a limit and Jim has not only reached his, but vaulted athletically over it.
“Jim,” he tries, but Jim just keeps going, folding shirts, making lists, rearranging the furniture and bookshelves, tweaking the ornaments on the tree and restacking the presents in artful towers. He doesn’t even act as though Leonard had spoken.
“I’ve gotta talk to Pike about next week, need to call my mom, what the-what is this doing here, I thought I put it in the closet last night? Where did I leave the-oh, there it is, in the sock drawer, just where a PADD is supposed to go. Bones, would you hand me that-never mind, I’ve got it, just let me-”
“Jim,” Leonard says, catching Jim’s hands in his and pulling him into his arms. Jim goes stiffly, holding himself as rigid and separate from Leonard as possible with Leonard’s arms wrapped stubbornly around him.
“Bones, I’ve gotta-” Jim starts, voice muffled in Leonard’s shoulder, hands coming up to rest on Leonard’s waist, belying the tension still pulling his body taut.
“It’s okay. It’ll be fine. She’s not gonna hate you just because the bookshelf isn’t organized alphabetically by author and genre or because there’re PADDs stacked on the desk, where we always leave them. Just, calm down.”
“I just-” Jim sighs in frustration and Leonard can feel the scowl pressed against his neck. “She’s your daughter. She’s the most important person in your life and-What if she doesn’t like me?”
Leonard exhales a chuckle, smiling gently as he pets Jim’s hair, golden blond strands sifting through his fingers. He pulls Jim tighter against him and finally feels the frantic energy thrumming through the other man start to ebb.
“Jim, she already knows who you are. You talk to her every week, same as I do. She spent a week in San Francisco with us after the Narada. You’ve come home with me to Georgia the past three shore leaves. Shoot, you had Scotty make her a mechanical tribble for Christmas that’s so close to real, I have to remind myself every day that it’s not gonna eat through the box and take over the ship with its offspring.”
“Yeah, but that was before,” in lieu of words, he waves his hand behind Leonard’s back, gesturing vaguely at the pair of them, “this. And you’ve heard how much she complains about Clay. What if-”
“Jim,” Leonard pulls back and gives Jim’s shoulders a little shake, curving his hand around Jim’s cheek and thumbing the corner of his eye fondly, “it’ll be fine. She already loves you - what makes you think this’ll change anything?”
Blue eyes study his face for a moment, taking in every nuance of his expression. Apparently satisfied at finding whatever he was searching for, Jim nods and a slow smile starts to spread across his face. “You’re right.”
“’Course I’m right. I’m always right.” He returns the smile, letting Jim walk him backwards until the back of his thighs bump against the desk, a hot, wicked light sparking deep in Jim’s blue eyes. “What?” He follows Jim’s glance up. “Is that-”
“Mistletoe. Now you have to kiss me when I interrupt your paperwork,” Jim smiles smugly, insinuating his knee between Leonard’s thighs.
“Oh, I do, do I?”
Jim nods. “Yep.”
So he does.
Thoroughly.